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The Ice
Queen
A J/7 Advent
Calendar Story 2008 by Gun Brooke
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Door 21
Janeway couldn’t stop tasting the sweetness of Seven’s
mouth. She kissed her, over and over, pulling Seven close
and melding their curves together through her thermo-wear.
Suddenly it wasn’t enough. She needed to feel Seven even
closer.
A muted whimper emanating from deep inside Seven caught
Janeway off guard, and she pulled back slightly to make sure
it was a whimper for the right reason. Seven looked dazed,
but not confused, and she was trembling and unsteady.
“I think we need to lie down,” Janeway said with a broad
smile.
“I think you are correct.”
“Then why don’t we get out of some of our clothes and see if
we can join the sleeping bags together.” Janeway reluctantly
let go of Seven and checked the sleeping bags. “Look, I
think these can be locked together.”
“They are called zippers. And yes, they can zip
together.”
Janeway turned to comment on the cleverness of the old
fashioned fastening method when the sight of Seven in a
state of undress stole her breath. “Oh, my.”
“Is something wrong?” Seven had her white shirt open and
half off one shoulder when she froze half way.
“On the contrary. You’re very, very right.” Janeway yanked
off the thermo-wear and stood in her skin tight, Star Fleet
issue under-armor. It revealed every single one of her
curves and Janeway knew she might as well almost be naked.
Seven looked her over. And then did so twice more until
Janeway nearly squirmed. “Seven? I’m getting cold here.”
“Forgive me.” Seven moved quickly, removing her shirt and
held up the top part of the sleeping bag to help Janeway
inside. Only dressed in a tank top and panties, Seven looked
so sexy in an innocent sort of way, Janeway had to reel
herself in, not to simply devour her. She was supposed to be
the experienced lover here, and the truth was, Janeway had
never had a female lover before. She’d always found her own
gender quite attractive, but the men in her life had always
had a great impact on her, sometimes too much.
Now, however, all she could think of was Seven, and how she
tasted and felt under her hands. Janeway knew she needed to
be fair, and keep in mind that Seven really was so innocent
that she may not know that it was all right to say no to any
of Janeway’s advances.
“Darling.” Janeway saw a muted glitter in Seven’s eyes at
the term of endearment. That was reassuring. “I can’t tell
you how lovely it is to feel you next to me like this.” She
held Seven closer and stroked her back. “It’s every bit as
wonderful as I’ve imagined so many times.” Janeway colored
faintly. “Still, I need to tell you something…or, rather,
ask you something.”
“Proceed.” Seven’s voice was as aplomb as usual, but the
timbre was new.
“I can tell that our kisses affected you much in the same
way it did me. But, that said, you can still say no, if
something doesn’t feel right, and I promise I will
understand.”
“You are afraid that I will surmise it is my duty to satisfy
my captain?” Seven asked matter-of-fact.
“Eh…no…well, yes, but when you put it that way…” Janeway
wondered how she’d managed to paint herself into this
particular corner.
“What if I told you that I cannot think of any other duty I
would rather perform? I would cherish ‘serving’ you in any
way you can think of. When we go back to Voyager, I will
research the database so I can ‘service’ you adequately.”
It took Janeway a few seconds to realize that what Seven
said was at least half tongue-in-cheek.
“You…” Janeway sighed and shook her head with a wry smile.
“I was being facetious, up to a point.” Seven pulled Janeway
closer and gently tipped her head back as she towered over
her. “I am however not facetious now. I want to learn
everything you can possibly teach me.”
“I’m not all that knowledgeable.” Janeway swallowed audibly
as Seven pressed her lips against her thundering artery on
her neck. “Oh.”
“You are not?”
“No. I mean, I haven’t had any female lovers.”
“You are a woman. You have achieved physical satisfaction at
least once.”
“Eh, quite a few times.” All alone, the last seven years.
Suddenly the long lonely nights where the only pleasure came
via her own hands, or the guilty pleasures with a character
on the holodeck, seemed very far away.
“Then does not logic dictate that the same would work for my
body?” Seven frowned. “Or is my physiology so different,
because of my Borgness that it will not apply to me?” She
shuddered and Janeway knew it was time to take control
again.
“There is nothing wrong with your physiology, Seven,”
Janeway said huskily. “Other than the sight of you drives me
crazy.” She rolled Seven onto her back and kissed her again,
this time slipping her tongue inside Seven’s mouth in what
had to be viewed as a sign of sweet dominance.
Seven accepted the gentle, but insistent, intrusion and met
Janeway’s tongue with her own. They kissed for long seconds,
Janeway moaning in delight, and Seven held her even tighter
then.
“You’re perfection,” Janeway murmured. “You’re perfect for
me.”
“And you are…amazing. So beautiful, and you make me feel the
most unusual sensations.” Seven stroked along Janeway’s
back, pushing her hands up under the under-armor shirt. “You
are very hot.”
“I’m hot?” Janeway supported her weight on her elbows.
“Your skin is hot and slightly damp. I find this very
arousing.” Seven blushed. “And voracious.”
“Oh, my.” Janeway’s arms gave in and she lay on top of
Seven, her bunched up shirt leaving her hot and damp skin
pressed against Seven’s tank top. “Voracious, huh?”
“Yes.”
“Then taste me. Please.”
“Are you certain…?” Seven sounded unusually hesitant.
“If you don’t, I will self-combust.”
“We must certainly prevent such a thing.” Seven smiled
tremulously and then it was her turn to roll Janeway over.
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